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29 May 2006

This Old Brit Is Back ...

The fabled fat lady has finally finished singing, and sadly it is all over as far as our holidays are concerned.

But brrrrr, what a bloody rude awakening of a 'welcome home' we had.

To wake up in one's own long -looked-forward-to bed, shivering in seasonably, city of Liverpool shitty weather merely a matter of hours after sweltering for a fortnight in the Mediterranean's especially sumptuous sunshine.

Breakfast in a pleasant 22 degrees centigrade Barcelona, lunch in the northen Costa Brava's early afternoon's 25 degrees, evening meal in the scorching 31 degree, Perpignon region of the South of France, followed by another breakfast aboard the P & O channel-steamer ferry 'Pride of Canterbury', whilst crossing a moderately choppy English Channel in a 20 knot wind accompanied by fast falling temperatures of 16 to 15 degrees -- followed by breakfast number 3 back in mainland Britain.

Said last mentioned sustenance having been consumed in our own home town, after a gloomy grey morning, barely 12 degree awakening and eventual reluctant departure from the depths of our so oft tried, tested and oh so trusty, delightfully deluxe version of an eider-duck down filled duvet.

Running the risk of repetition -- brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr and brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr again.

So if you'd been betting that it wouldn't be long before this old bugger would be back to the business of moaning & groaning about something or other (if not several things simultaneously), then many congratulations -- since you have just hit the jackpot!


The old saying is certainly true. All those lucky continentals have their lovely climates -- while we poor old Brits just have 'weather'.

Anyhow, 'ere we are again. All of a just-so and ever so subtle, golden-glow -- tan-wise talking that is.

And while we can't claim to be jet-lagged, because coaches cruise so much slower - be they continental class or not - we can quite truthfully claim to be right up to our 'airy old armpits in unpacking, fresh food shopping, catching up on phone calls/messages and so on.

All of which is why this particular post is set to be pretty short & sweet. But being as big & warm hearted a bunch as we ever were, we believed we should put all of you before ourselves by banging out something on the old blog as soon as possible.

(By the way, we heard that. Whadaya mean, flippin fibbin' pair of old farts?)

At this point we're prepared to gamble that it's a safe bet that none of you were aware, that for a full 17 days we never once read a newspaper, nor watched any TV at all, nor even eavesdropped momentarily on a single solitary radio transmission -- in absolutely any language.

Honestly. We kid you not. We've been completely cut off.

(Figuratively speaking of course.)

Hence, our earnestly respectful request for a further few hours of blogwriting respite, whilst we endeavour to immerse ourselves for a while in whatever worthwhile, earth shattering events have dared to occur in our absence.

Or to put it another, much less waffle-like manner and old duffer-like, posh poseur way -- we wanna play catch up.

Come to think of it, it's much more a case of needta than wanna.

So, to use [as we so often do] the corniest most hackneyed phraseology we can come up with -- 'stay tuned' and 'watch this space'.

Because, as a famous American general once so famously promised, we shall return.


Within hours, in fact.

And get this. When we do, we absolutely promise to tell the full and unabridged, true-crime tale of our very own 'gripping-yarn' Barcelona adventure.

Including the crack Catalonian police squad car ride, and subsequent La Rambla police station visit -- both of which were quite literally, a couple of offers we could not refuse.

Yep, really.

No shit Sherlock, to coin a phrase.



Anonymous kiwi said...

Sounds like a case of from the sublime to the ridiculous. Can't wait to read about the squad car ride ~~ and any more Spanish stories you have. Welcome back anyway, you've been missed Brit.

7:15 am  
Anonymous graniab said...

Nice to see you back again ready for action. Since you were newspaperless you missed the terrible twins in D.C., up to their usual vomit enducing antics!

5:22 pm  
Blogger markfromireland said...

Welcome back Richard

5:35 pm  
Anonymous Griffon said...

Welcome back, Richard. Though I expect you have very mixed feelings about returning.

At least the war didn't start without you.

8:48 pm  
Anonymous bluey said...

Good to 'see' you again. Hope you enjoyed yourselves. Now, go get 'em ~~ again!

12:15 pm  
Anonymous Tom said...

Acclimatization had an effect on your body. If I'm not mistaken it takes an average human 7-8 days to acclimatize. (Full acclimatization takes longer).

For all practical purposes, your reaction to the fresh British breeze were hardly any different, than if you were a native of Barcelona.
Not to worry though, you will acclimatize back in the same timeframe, but better be cautious and easy on yourself during that period.

4:54 pm  
Blogger Richard said...

Thanks, everyone. We enjoyed ourselves just fine, but having said that, it's always nice to come home again - and enjoy the company of friends.

P.S. The sun's been shining here for the last two days but we are STILL bloody freezing. Heh.

8:30 pm  
Blogger markfromireland said...

Hi Richard,

You have mail :-)

9:56 pm  
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6:10 pm  
Blogger Richard said...

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I wonder how much it costs them for the priviledge of using the silly spam services?

Make money, eh? Ha!

6:20 pm  

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